La paperera
Heus ací la nova adquisició de la meva habitació. No és que hagi embogit en un Abacus holandès i que m'hagi donat per l'aquisició de productes de color rosa (Anna, Olga i Natàlia us estic veient! I pobres de vosaltres que feu algun comentari!). Resulta que el xino, el cap de setmana passat, va decidir treure's de sobre aquest ítem i, sobtadament, va recordar que tenia un company de pis. Així que és el regal (en direm de Reis) del meu apreciat company de pis al qui, al final, hauré de fer mereixedor d'adjectius molt positius.
Evidentment, a caballo regalado...
Sona...
Labels: Surrealistic moments
Eindhoven (el video)
La última freakada que ha arribat a les meves mans. Ja que el nostre amic del Tube no em deixa embebedar (AKA incrustar) el video us el deixo enllaçat.
Labels: Surrealistic moments
El xino està com una cabra
L'últim moment surrealista necessita que contextualitzem una mica. La setmana passada, és el post anterior, vaig tenir 7 persones a casa. La troupe va marxar el dissabte a les 9 del matí. Això significa que es va passar tres dies (dijous, divendres i dissabte) sentint la dutxa i el soroll de fer l'esmorzar durant dues hores (de 7 a 9). A més no ens en vam anar a dormir abans de la una cap dia. Així que va haver de suportar les converses que, encara que siguin a to normal, tots xerrant fem soroll.
Doncs amb tots aquests antecedents... estava jo el dissabte a la tarda connectat amb els cascos xerrant amb ma mare per l'skype quan sento algú que truca a la meva porta (fet no gens habitual).
Era el xino que entra amb un espècia de braç de gitano gelat gegant en un plat i una cullereta. Me'l va oferir. Així que vaig preguntar si era un aniversari o algo. Em va dir que no i em va acabar quedant amb el gelat. Suposo que com que no tenim congelador li sobrava i me'l va endossar. Però estava bo i va ser un bon berenar.
Sigui com sigui una situació un pèl surrealista :p
Labels: Surrealistic moments
Surrealistic moments (IV)
La qüestió és que el divendres (del cap de setmana que baixava a casa) em disposava a sortir de casa per anar a buscar el tren i em vaig personar al rebedor amb la maleta. Dic adéu al xinès amb el qual convisc (cortesia essencial) i aquest, en veure’m, s’aixeca volant de la seva taula, ve corrent, m’obre la porta i em deixa sortir. Primer moment d'astorament, però reflex ràpid: Surto amb evident cara d’espantat. Miro enrere i veig a l’home dient-me adéu amb la maneta (m'hauré quedat adomit i estic somiant una d'aquelles coses que un no arriba a entendre mai?). Baixo el primer tram d’escales. Dubto. Acabo mirant enrere una altra vegada i em segueix fent adéu amb la maneta ara amb un gran somriure. Em llenço cap el segon tram d’escales, on ja no tenia visibilitat amb la porta, i els trams d'escala posteriors fins arribar a la porta de sortida on vaig començar a tenir la sensació d’irrealitat que em porta a relatar-vos l’anècdota.
Realment la sèrie de moments surrealistes no pensava que tingués una continuïtat tan gran :D
Labels: Surrealistic moments, Vida diaria
Surrealistic moments (III)
The building of my flat has lighting in each floor. That’s not new. But when I arrived it didn’t worked. I had just to look for the key hole with the mobile phone light. The next day the lighting worked. I thought it had happened anything with it the day before and I did not focussed my attention in it any more. The third day we were without it again so with my friend we thought maybe it just worked on the even days (or maybe the odd one’s). It was our own joke, because it lasted 4 days to work on. Now we have the lighting on all the day and night. You cannot turn off. It seems anyone has fixed it so we are just the best enlightened people of all the city :p
Labels: Surrealistic moments, Vida diaria
Surrealistic moments (II)
In a party a few days ago, someone explained the history of the hairdresser of the city to me. A few minutes after someone said this has happened to him, too. And today someone, with no relation with the two before, has made a joke about it. So it seems now to be the myth of the hairdresser.
All the explanations begin with a student walking in the street with this stupid face all we put when we are in an unknown place. This man offers his help to the student. There is anyone that says the hairdresser spent and hour and an a half visiting the city with him, and giving him help with the main buys. During this time both talk about their lives. The hairdresser is working in the sports center of the campus. Finally this man starts talking about the hair of the student. He suggests that maybe the student has the hair too long and has to have his hair cut by a professional. And he offers himself to do it. The answer is always negative, but at this moment the student is near the hairdresser’s house and he is offered to have a drink there. Another negative answer.
It seems this happened to, minimum, four students in my department this September. I can not imagine how many people in the whole campus. So be careful!! Jajajajaja
Labels: Surrealistic moments, Vida diaria
My own surrealistic moment
This evening I had a paranormal experience. Cristobal had problems with his back wheel again. So he stopped a man to ask him for a pump. He, gently, showed us the way to the pump the university has for the students who uses a bicicle garage down the main building. Cristobal wanted to be gently too and started speaking about Spain with him.
The man started talking and talking. Finally he has spent like an hour and a half talking about the comunism (he is Czech) and the "idiots around us who doesn't understand anything about it". Then he had explained his theory about the convergence between the totalitarism of the nazism/comunism (who everybody knows us worst than nazism and Franco because destroys the civil society) and the soft system of the capitalism. Everything said from the optics of a programmer (for 32 years), a man who helped the americans to build internet, and who has been working in data mining. Oh! And anyone who has created a software that can predict you illness better than an specialist.
And I am not talking about the book he is writing with another Czech man about exactly this (and who's explanation has needed about a half an hour).
This campus a world appart.
Labels: Surrealistic moments, Vida diaria
